Bangla Poems

The skeleton
A hole was dug
In our street
The workers found a skeleton
Of a male.
Had he been religious
He would be an angel
Flying among stars
Had he been an atheist
He would
Continued to be a skeleton.


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Bengal is my soul, I sing the song of Bengal
Bangal is my royal homeland
all the world knows
sky high glory of her and the fame.
It is built with the donation of the blood
blessings of Salam rafik Jabbar and the Barkat
knitted by...Read More

I
come all through
year

before the
dawn
sun rising

this is path
for the remembrance
with flowers

they all died for us,
mother tongue
for country peoples

I'm independent
today none can force to speak
in another tongue

this small flower oblation
from me for honor
though they did great for us all

from that nineteen fifty...Read More

The whisper in red

I had been watching TV
And as often happen when I watch
A minute sleep only
A wisp of a young woman in a red ballerina dress.
Sat on the floor leaning her head at my leg.
When seeing I was awake,...Read More

The Seashore Gathering
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

On the seashores of endless worlds, earth's children converge.
The infinite sky is motionless, the restless waters boisterous.
On the seashores of endless worlds earth's children gather to dance with joyous cries and...Read More

How it commenced

Some fish found it difficult to breaths
Underwater, they swam ashore and rested
Later they crawled to the garden of Eden
Where grew hands and feet

The post office is an oasis of harmony caused
By women staff who work slowly.

The fish now...Read More

political
social-democracy is a dressed-up capitalism
And you can’t have it both ways.
Sooner or later capitalism will take over
By transferring the utilities to private hands

Water is a human right issue so is access
To see unhindered the wonder of nature.

Socialism is about sharing...Read More

Trust in yourself
If you trust others, they do so
Out of self-interest
Not what is best for you.
To be a follower is dangerous
When you wake up naked
And nowhere to go but follow
The stream. Give up.
Making you unhappy and discontent
A deep-seated irritation
Of a...Read More

Bringing country-report go barber’s shop, read that place newspaper called `Ittefaq'. Comic of Tarzan is printed Ittefaq everyday, not like to read that but I see. Listen talk of various type of topics by barbers. It looks to me, many...Read More

When I look at myself
In the mirror
All I can do is cry
Carry on please
Make me smile!...Read More

Only in me, the choice I live by is the choice I dispise, only to be wise, a man in disguise. Only in me the destiny is in my power, only to construct, a reluctant, pictures of me, the power...Read More

Bangla is virtuous; Bangla is my mom
It is enlightens with the suns glory
End of all dark here, delights at
Morn.
We awaken with the sweet melodious bird’s song
Here the river flows in full swing 
Towards the Bay of Bengal.
We are successful in...Read More

The foreign bird
I knew him well trying to blend in
Speaking the language too flawlessly
So, the embarrassment when he
On occasions, got it wrong.
It was not his mother tongue so
His speech was too slow and learned.
Made the language into disharmony
In a country...Read More

 ( Looking at the poems of the day or year or whatever it was- saw a poem . . . A poem? Actually called a recipe. Inspiration! --- Trans°mutilate a recipe into fungal posery. The PoserSoup diablos (devils) will...Read More

The ghost
 
Someone knocked on my bedroom door
I switched the bedside lamp and with rolled
Up TLS opened the door.
Peering into the darkness of the living room
I thought I saw a shadowy figure
On approaching it disappeared
Checked the entrance door all was...Read More

Didn't you not go to me?

How did I seethe, because an elongation of an entanglement is the alter-alto as the Omega cake..?

So swimmingly,
I'm finishing the date,

I'm even allowed to procreate,

say that today as we all wander in the phase,
the glistening...Read More

Suicide

I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too...Read More

Sex for you is all I have.
Just a simple title.
The chance to give you all I am
just to keep you vital.

A pleasure we could do without
for just a little mettle.
But really who're we running from
We'll just admit to settle.

But wait-...Read More

I was hoping for a sleep, deep and undisturbed.
A thing I longed for  quite a bit of time, solid-hearted.
I was longing for your smell, your touch and your gentle tone
Your cloths had a softer touch, a subtle moment ,...Read More

Snow 1956

Snowy night, streets were covered in a calm, 
carpet of white and since it was Sunday morning, 
with few cars about, the grubby town looked as 
beautiful as a fairy tale; till Monday, when traffic 
would churn snow into...Read More

Waiting for a brisk autumn wind
swept away the heat wave
Put out the fire-like light day after day
It roams the city as cheap love
 It drills into cold eyes
Chasing lonely souls

Can I hate this light?
It makes me nervous
Force me to tore...Read More

I'm falling and I know it.
Yet I see the one's below me.
And I say I have to help them
when no-one can say that each be.

Where the only thing in common
is a ground been pulled beneath.
Where no-one has seen the help...Read More

Are your troubles women?
Are your troubles money?
Were your troubles hidden
when you found them funny?...Read More

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Self explanitory...Read More